...will you catch me? Will you tell me that sometimes there have to be other fish in the sea? Will you help me to my feet? Will you tell me that living is worth it? Will you pick me up when I put myself down. Will I be able to get over my fear of loneliness... the answer is no. I need help getting out of the hole I dug for my self.
Will you help me out of this hole? This hole of self pity. This hole of my utter disparity. This hole of my whole life story that was digging down the moment I turned 10.
Will you help me through this?
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The times I stayed up til 1:00 am
Non-FictionMy life did go to shit. Triggers: My life depression has mentions of suicidal thought, cutting, and other things related to death. It's also cringe 2018 teen stuff. If you don't like these topics, don't read this book of my experience with depressio...
